Context

seminal intentions; precariously perched

at the dawn of surrender,

filling indentations with

numbers and streaks

that tell of a tale; maybe

of a vagabond vessel

somewhat accidentally(?) meandering

against the currents of

the universe,

not necessarily with much

preceding context;

but ah, what the hell

who needs context anyway?

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